Macbeth Diary Entry
Dear diary,
I was one of the best soldiers. I fought for my king, alongside one of my closest friends, Banquo. We destroyed the enemy and were on our way home from the bloody battlefield when we were confronted by three hideous creatures.
These things were not human. They had twisted limbs and eyes sunken deep into their rotting flesh. They were barely covered by dirty, ripped up rags. They glared at us, and smiled mischievously, showing us their yellow teeth. They introduced themselves as the weird sisters. They were witches.
‘Macbeth will become thane of cawdor and then king’ they said and immediately my mind went on a trip as I imagined all the things I could do as thane and then king. But the witches weren’t finished.
‘Banquo shall never be king, but his sons and his sons sons shall rule.’
I didn’t bother to consider Banquo’s prophecy, when out of the blue came Ross and Angus who informed me that I had been appointed thane of cawdor. I rushed home and told my wife of what the witches had said. She hesitated, imagining what she could do married to the king.
‘King Duncan plans to the stay the night here. Lets make the witches predictions come true. We shall kill the king!’ she announced. I began to grow hesitant, and my wife saw this.
‘Are you to scared?!?’ she cried. I was not going to have my masculinity questioned.
‘Of course not. And I shall prove it to you by killing the king. Just you watch. We shall rule Scotland!’ I yelled. My wife cackled in glee.
That night, I crept into the kings chamber, clutching a dagger tightly. King Duncan was sleeping peacefully. As I lifted the dagger, I froze. The blade seemed to be covered in blood already! I shook my head, hoping that the apparition would disappear. Sure enough it did. So I brought the blade down and painted it red with the Kings blood.
They say the first murder is always the hardest. I must agree with that, for it was much easier for me to kill the sleeping guards of the recently deceased
I was one of the best soldiers. I fought for my king, alongside one of my closest friends, Banquo. We destroyed the enemy and were on our way home from the bloody battlefield when we were confronted by three hideous creatures.
These things were not human. They had twisted limbs and eyes sunken deep into their rotting flesh. They were barely covered by dirty, ripped up rags. They glared at us, and smiled mischievously, showing us their yellow teeth. They introduced themselves as the weird sisters. They were witches.
‘Macbeth will become thane of cawdor and then king’ they said and immediately my mind went on a trip as I imagined all the things I could do as thane and then king. But the witches weren’t finished.
‘Banquo shall never be king, but his sons and his sons sons shall rule.’
I didn’t bother to consider Banquo’s prophecy, when out of the blue came Ross and Angus who informed me that I had been appointed thane of cawdor. I rushed home and told my wife of what the witches had said. She hesitated, imagining what she could do married to the king.
‘King Duncan plans to the stay the night here. Lets make the witches predictions come true. We shall kill the king!’ she announced. I began to grow hesitant, and my wife saw this.
‘Are you to scared?!?’ she cried. I was not going to have my masculinity questioned.
‘Of course not. And I shall prove it to you by killing the king. Just you watch. We shall rule Scotland!’ I yelled. My wife cackled in glee.
That night, I crept into the kings chamber, clutching a dagger tightly. King Duncan was sleeping peacefully. As I lifted the dagger, I froze. The blade seemed to be covered in blood already! I shook my head, hoping that the apparition would disappear. Sure enough it did. So I brought the blade down and painted it red with the Kings blood.
They say the first murder is always the hardest. I must agree with that, for it was much easier for me to kill the sleeping guards of the recently deceased